When Liu Caichun woke up from ignorance, the inheritance of the Desolate Spiritual Demon Sect 100,000 years ago had been completely burned into his mind.
He opened his eyes, and there was dim light diffused around him, and the sound of dripping water came from a place not far away, making the Temple of the Underworld even more silent. It seemed that after a long time in an era, he finally gradually adapted to the surrounding environment.
The breeze brought up the silent dust, pale bare feet fell in front of him, and the wide black priestly robe quickly covered the naked part.
Yun Qing reached out to lift his forehead hair, and the black brand left by her disappeared under the flesh: "When you wake up, leave from the water curtain."
Liu Caichun froze when she touched him, but soon came back to his senses: "Yes."
Yun Qing didn't say anything.
Liu Caichun shook his head and asked, "How long has it been?"
Yun Qing smiled: "Less than twenty years."
Liu Caichun was stunned for a moment, he thought that the method used by Huang Quan was similar to the Great Array of Inheritance, and it felt like a thousand years at the snap of his fingers, but he didn't expect that such a long time had actually passed. He quickly restrained his thoughts, and said to Yun Qing: "I'm bothering you and Lord Saint, I'm leaving the temple right now."
It is rumored that the sage of the demonic way is retreating in the Temple of Huangquan, and Huangquan protects him. For safety reasons, there should be no one else in the temple. What if he stays any longer and delays the cultivation of Lord Saint? Thinking of this, Liu Caichun was suddenly a little puzzled. Since it is said that the sage of the demonic way is in the Temple of the Underworld, why didn't he even see a person
Yun Qing waved her hand lightly and said, "It's okay."
Liu Caichun didn't dare to ask any more questions, he stood up, somewhat awkwardly protected his body with the genuine energy of the Desolate Spiritual Demon Dao that he had just cultivated, and then walked towards the water curtain. He stopped suddenly in the middle of walking, looked back at Venerable Huang Quan, and his eyes fell on the hem of her Taoist robe. If she read correctly when she just woke up, her legs should have recovered.
"You..." Liu Caichun hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned and left calmly.
Yun Qing leaned on the huge beams and pillars, closed her eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be just taking a nap. She didn't pay attention to Liu Caichun's gaze, and kept her original posture until he left.
Liu Caichun swam up against the current, and the desolate and desolate atmosphere in the temple gradually disappeared, and he felt his depressed mood eased a little. He remembered that when he came last time, his eyes were smeared and he was thrown from the top of the temple by Jiang Qi for some reason. When he left this time, he should take a good look at the whole of the Temple of the Underworld. He circulated the true qi of the Desolation Spiritual Demon Path smoothly, making himself stay in the torrent where the River of Forgetfulness and the River of Records converged, and then turned his head.
This piece of underwater is governed by ancient power, and the mind cannot penetrate it, so it can only be seen directly with the eyes.
Liu Caichun could barely see the outline. A part of the Netherworld Temple fell into the river, so the length and width seemed a bit disproportionate. This huge palace maintains the most primitive form. From the appearance, there are not many complicated carvings. Those rough and heavy stones are piled up to form the strongest guardian of the magic path. Liu Caichun looked at it for a while, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
He swam back for a while, then back up again, and stopped only at a delicate angle.
His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw: "This is... what?"
On the top of the Temple of the Underworld is a huge monster. Its limbs are close to the temple, and its torso is twisted. It embeds itself between the dark patterns on the temple, so it can't be seen unless you look carefully. The muscle on that thing's body was knotted, its vigorous body was like a mountain, its whole body was naked, only the chest and abdomen were covered with black scales. Its wings are spread out, but it clings to the outer wall of the temple, looking as if it wants to melt itself into it.
Liu Caichun walked around a few times, and found that this thing might not "seem" merge into the Temple of Underworld, but actually embedded his body into the stone. The most important thing is that it is growing at an extremely slow speed. Liu Caichun has seen it before and it can easily stand in the Temple of the Underworld, but now it may not be possible anymore.
Liu Caichun's heart tightened suddenly, because this thing seemed to be gnawing at the Temple of the Underworld.
He didn't look any more, turned around and left the bottom of the water, trying his best to forget the scene just now.
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Yun Qing leaned on the stone pillar and thought for a while, then slowly walked towards the water curtain.
Countless slender blood vessels were pulled out from the place where her back was attached to the stone pillar. These blood vessels were firmly embedded in the temple like roots, passed through stone and metal, and were tightly connected with the holy body of Yan Mo outside. Her feet stepped on the ground of the Netherworld Temple, and every time she stepped up and down, she could see the blood vessels and roots on the soles of her feet connecting with the ground, breaking and reconnecting. These blood vessels were broken and connected, connected and broken again, a large amount of viscous blood flowed out from the slender pipes, the ground drank the blood, and finally looked as clean as ever.
Part of the Temple of the Underworld is submerged under the river bed, and the sage of the Demonic Way is retreating there. He is in a period of weakness, and the temple itself has a certain degree of concealment, so it is still difficult to know what Yun Qing is doing through the thick palace walls. Even so, Yun Qing dared to act in front of him is also bold.
Yun Qing raised her hand and closed it in front of the water curtain.
Dense blood vessels grew from both sides, intertwined continuously, and finally sealed off the water curtain bit by bit, and the temple was finally completely separated from the outside world. After the blood vessels are closed, it looks like a skinned creature, and the strange wriggling looks a little disgusting.
Yun Qing stretched out her hands to make seals, and the black fire snake burned those blood vessels.
Those blood vessels gradually melted into a whole, and the color also changed from bright red to a stone-like, non-stone, iron, and non-iron appearance, perfectly blending with the surrounding stone walls. The ups and downs on their surface are fixed on the inner wall of the Netherworld Temple, and every ups and downs are unobtrusively connected with the surrounding magic lines, and this small area quickly becomes a whole with the surroundings.
The magic lines in the Netherworld Temple are slowly changing, and so are the blood vessels just now. They wander and weave within the four walls at an extremely slow speed, and the exposed bumps and ups and downs become magic patterns, predicting every trace of the orthodox evolution of the magic way.
Now, Yun Qing's sacred body of Yan Mo is invading the temple little by little, trying to use the ancient blood hidden in the temple to awaken the legendary existence.
"Yellow Spring..."
After Yun Qing isolated the entire Huangquan Temple from the outside world, she began to meditate on the spot.
Wanren, Wanshou, Eternal Calamity, Myriad Transformations and Ten Thousand Transformations, each incarnation is cultivated to the ultimate state, and when Yan Mo's holy body approaches perfection, he can receive the ancient Yan Mo's spirit into his body. And all the efforts made before were just to prepare for the entrance of the soul of Yan Mo's holy body this time.
Now the sages of the magic way are in retreat, and all the orthodox sects of the magic way have finished clearing the South China Sea and are preparing to recuperate. Yun Qing has already issued an order from the Temple of the Underworld, declaring to the monastic world that there will be no delusion and demon realm closed for a hundred years. This period of time is neither long nor short, and the sects who dare to test it can generally endure this mere hundred years. In the past hundred years, the Orthodoxy of the Demon Dao will not participate in external wars, all sects are closed, and the Temple of the Underworld is in an absolutely closed state.
Yun Qing plans to use this period of time to cultivate Yan Mo's holy body to great perfection, to receive and guide the ancient true demon spirit into her body, and complete her final layout in the realm of no delusion.
"Huangquan..."
Yun Qing sighed leisurely, the gate of the realm of no delusions and demons was completely closed at this moment, and no more flaws could be seen.
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A hundred years is just a blink of an eye for ascetics, but for people in war, it is a long time of torture.
The Dajing Kingdom will be destroyed, and the demon clan invades step by step, approaching the altar of Lutian, but the holy brilliance that rises into the sky never retreats.
The sky was shrouded in haze, and two figures, one large and one small, appeared between the beams of light. The two followed the beam of light and landed on the altar of Lutian. The saints of humanity are leaning on the fence not far from them and watching. The scorched earth and the flames of war have been spreading since a hundred years ago, but as he said, as long as the saints are not dead, no matter how powerful the monster race is, they will not be able to destroy humanity.
The two who fell down were well-dressed, and the crowns and belts were full of antiquity, which seemed out of place with today's world. His face was covered with a golden tie, the tie was made of metal, but it was lined with soft silk, and the patterns on it were ancient and complicated, unlike today's things. The other was dressed in white, with a pale and shy face, carefully pinching the corner of the elder man's clothes, like a rabbit.
"God envoy, emperor, is the journey going smoothly?" The saint of humanity looked cold, but his tone was quite polite.
As soon as Ji Yihe was questioned, he involuntarily took a step back, Zhong Guanyuan replied with a smile: "It's going well, Mr. Saint is ready to guide Tiangong."
The saint of humanity was silent for a moment: "... I have to work."
Before Zhong Guanyuan took over the conversation, he asked peacefully: "The Heavenly Palace is coming again, how many saints need to be transposed?"
Zhong Guanyuan laughed and said, "It depends on you."
The saint of humanity fell silent, and he also understood Zhong Guanyuan's meaning. The reappearance of the Heavenly Palace means that the gods from 100,000 years ago will go back down the river with the help of the Qing Emperor, and now, 100,000 years later, Daoguo has been firmly controlled by several orthodox Taoist sects. If there is any more, it will be unbearable.
The way of heaven will not allow too powerful forces to exist in the world. The current saints either suppress these forces on themselves or disperse them layer by layer through the methods of gathering the fruits of the Tao and dividing the seeds of the Tao. Avoid punishment. But after the advent of the divine way, the power of practitioners in the world will increase a lot out of thin air, which will easily lead to disaster. This means that the saints need to weaken part of the power of the monastic world before the divine way comes, so as to accommodate their behemoths.
Obviously, Zhong Guanyuan didn't intend to intervene in this link, he meant to let the sages fight among themselves, and only keep as many as are left in the end.
The saint of humanity looked very calm: "Understood."
"Master Saint, it's better to get ready first." Zhong Guanyuan said meaningfully, "Since you have agreed to hand over the Li Palace, you must make preparations to deal with the ancient gods and today's saints."
The saint of humanity looked at the sky from a distance, his expression was far away, and he said no more.
Ji Yihe hid on Zhong Guanyuan's body to watch him, this saint of humanity was very similar to the saint of immortality, both had white hair like waterfalls and a cold expression.
Zhong Guanyuan smiled, and then said to the saint of humanity: "Do you know why Taiqing refused to hand over the other halls again and again, and kept killing the gods we sent to attack the Jiemen?"
The white hair of the saint of humanity hangs down to his ankles, a few strands cover his expression slightly, and the haze in the sky seems to be getting darker: "I am weak among the saints today. If I lead Tiangong into the world, I don't know how many saints will wait for the opportunity to deal with it." I do."
So his master carried the pressure of the Shinto to die in the other hall to prevent the Tiangong from coming again.
Zhong Guanyuan still smiled, his expression looked very relaxed: "He risked his life to keep you safe for a hundred years, now you hand over Li Palace in a blink of an eye, isn't it a bit unkind."
The sacrificial attire on the human saint's body was layered and dragged on the ground, and he suddenly laughed, but this smile was particularly vicissitudes against his white hair: "So what can..."
He held the railing tightly with both hands, and his fingertips became paler: "So what? Daoqi was destroyed by the Dao of Heaven a hundred thousand years ago, and we practitioners can't keep this square inch of land and the Dao to waste forever. We should Give these seekers a way out, whether it is a struggle or ridiculous... After such a long search and the sacrifice of so many people, we should have a break with the way of heaven."
And the opportunity for this "break" comes from the Dao chess in Tiangong.
The legendary holy weapon of chaos that can play against heaven.
Zhong Guanyuan's smile gradually faded, and there was a slight hint of admiration in his expression. He bowed his hands and said, "Holy One, you will be named in the history books of later generations."
After talking about Ji Yihe, he waited for him to rise into the sky and fly directly to the South China Sea.
The saint of humanity stood where he was, with a smile spreading from the corner of his mouth: "Yeah, I'm going to be famous in history, but it's not a good reputation."
At this time, over the coast of the South China Sea, Ji Yi was walking against the wind, and took time to shield Zhong Guanyuan from the strong wind and waves in the South China Sea. He asked, "Master Zhong, are we going to look for Huang Quan first?"
Zhong Guanyuan patted his head, and said gently: "It's going to the realm of no delusion, but it's not to go to Huangquan, but to go to Yunqing."
Ji Yihe was startled, he didn't understand the difference between these two sentences, but he still nodded obediently and said: "Yes, I would like to follow Master Zhong's instructions."
Zhong Guanyuan looked very relaxed, but in his heart he was not. He solemnly said to himself: "Can you block that Demon Dao now?"
Ji Yihe was stunned for another moment, then nodded quickly: "No problem, even if Master Zhong smashes the Wuhuang Demon Realm, Yihe can protect you and escape safely."
He cautiously raised his head to glance at Zhong Guanyuan, but found that there was a worry in his expression that he had never seen before: "Master Zhong, what are we going to do in the realm of no delusion?"
Zhong Guanyuan forced the corners of his mouth into a smile: "Go and help someone."